Two out of three ain't bad, chapter 16

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Title: Two out of three ain't bad, Part 15/?
Status: WIP
Author: His Dark Materials aka (sweetzattack)
Pairings: Monaboyd, Billy/Ali, Dom/OFC
Rating: PG-ish, I'd say...nothing toooo porny ;o)
Warning: as usual: angst ahead
Summary: When one heart loves, another one breaks...
Disclaimer: Dom and Billy live in my bedroom and are right now trying on all my skirts. Don't own skirts. The rest is history.
Feedback: Gives you hugs and cookies ;o)
Other parts: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15




“Rise and shine, sleepyhat!”
Within a second, Billy sat upright in his bed, the pillow still stuck under his right arm.
Dom was bouncing through the room, opening the curtains.
The blinding Californian sun found a way in and right to Billy’s eyes.
“Hmmmpfllllg...” The Scot pulled on his pillow with his left hand, finally lifted his right arm and pressed the desired object firmly into his face before falling back onto the bed.

“Bil-ly!” There was an impact, the mattess shifted slightly and the pillow was pulled away.
“This isn’t the time to sleep late. We’ve gotta be up and away in a bit. Go and have a shower, breakfast’s waiting.”
“What on earth are you talking about, Dom?” Billy managed to open one eye and blinked up to where Dom was sitting.
“Hey, don’t act like you can’t remember telling me to find something to ‘kill my time’.”
In an outburst of childish violence, Dom stole Billy’s covers and threw them to the floor.

“Yeah, and what?”
Billy’s brain, dull with sleep and alcohol, felt like cotton candy and was just as useful.
He just didn’t understand what Dom was trying to tell him.
Were they going to Disneyland? Or Vegas? Or a picknick?

While he kept on wondering, Dom ran out, only to come back with a newspaper.
“Here.” He shoved the paper into Billy’s hands. “Read. If this isn’t the perfect way to kill our time.”
Billy looked down and found pages and pages full of classified ads.
“Next page!”
Dom was jumping from one foot to the other from excitement.
Confused, Billy turned the page and stared down at one ad, clumsily circeled with a bright green felt pen.
“Dom, it’s...”
“It’s perfect! Just what we’ve been looking for. Not too big, not too expensive, about 15 miles outside of LA.”
“...and it needs to be redecorated.”
“Yeah. And that’s what we’re going to do before Lena comes back. That will certainly kill some time. Come on, Bills, get your arse out of that bed, I already called the owner, we’re supposed to be there and have a look in exactly...” he looked at his watch, “87 minutes.”

Billy wanted to protest, but Dom just pulled him out of bed and into the bathroom.
“You: having a shower. Me: Waiting for you. Better hurry.” Dom grinned and shut the door.

With a sigh, Billy dropped his head to the cool wall.
What had he hoped for anyway? He should have known that Dom would have a completely different idea how to ‘kill time’ than he himself had.
Slowly he peeled himself out of his ‘bed-boxers’, how Orlando had called them once and got into the shower.
The water didn’t pass the lukewarm-border, it had never done so, as long as Dom had been living here.
Sure, the apartment wasn’t the best one could have, but when Dom had finally decided to move out of Mack’s place, it had been one of his typical ‘from one second to the next’-ideas.
He has simply chosen the first apartment he had come across.

And now, he wanted to move again. With Lena. And he, Billy, was supposed to help him.
Billy, of all people.

He let out a frustrated groan and held his slightly aching head under the spray.
A few seconds later, the water turned icy.

Billy shrieked in his patented ‘Billy Boyd sounds like a girl’-way and all but jumped out of the shower, catching himself on the sink just in time before his ass would have hit the tiles.

“You alright in there, Bills?”
“Sure...” Billy loosened his death-grip on the sink and stood on his own two feet again.
“Sure...” he repeated, but Dom’s steps had already faded away again.

The Scot took his time in the bathroom, dried off carefully and even tried to produce anything like a hairstyle, but finally, there was nothing else to do but to go out to where Dom was waiting for him.
When he made his way over to the kitchen, Billy still had no idea how to get out of it all.
Why did it have to be him who had to hunt for a house where his Dom could live with...the girl who was standing in his way, whether she intended to do so or no?
Why couldn’t Dom pick anybody else?
Elijah, for instance.

“You’re not being fair here, Boyd...” he silently told himself, “It wouldn’t be easier for poor Doodle than it is for you.”

Billy was just about to enter the kitchen where he could hear Dom clattering with plates and mugs, when a sudden pounding on the door made him jump.
It was more like a kicking, actually.
“Tell them we’re as good as off!” came Dom’s voice to the hall and Billy walked over to the door.
He had already grabbed the handle when a sudden fear awoke in his heart. What if Lena was back? What if, for some reason, the movie had been cancelled and she had taken the next flight home?
The next second, he knew this was ridiculous. She had her keys, why should she be knocking.

He opened the door a bit, only to be pushed aside by a surprisingly strong figure.
“Where is that fucker?!”
That was Elijah’s voice, though it was hard to recognize, laden with rage as it was now.
“Uhm...Lighe?” Billy was slightly confused when his eyes followed Elijah who was running around the house, wildly staring into every corner.
“Where is he, Bills?”
“Where is who?” Dom walked into the livingroom and shot Elijah a questioning look.
“Don’t ask such fuckin’ stupid questions, Dominic!” Elijah bellowed and came to a halt, mere inches away from Dom, his eyes sparkling with a fire no one would ever guess was in him.
“What’s wrong, Doodle?” If possible, Dom looked even more confused than Billy felt.
“Don’t ‘Doodle’ me, Monaghan! I’ve been up all night, waiting for the fuckin’ call you promised me. And guess what? It never came!”
The fire in Elijah’s eyes slowly died away while his lower lip started to tremble.
“It never came...” he whispered before turning away from Dom and staring at the floor.

“Christ, Lighe...” Dom closed the gap and pulled Elijah close. “I’m so sorry...I didn’t mean to forget it.”
The young man sniffled. “Yeah, of course...”
“She’s alright, Lighe.”
“Thanks, I know. I woke her up in the middle of the night to ask – because you didn’t think I was worth knowing.”
Dom sighed. “Lighe, I apologized...what else can I do?”
Elijah’s shoulders sank when he exhaled slowly. “Nothing, Dom...there’s nothing you can do, really. It’s alright.”

Only Billy knew about the many different meanings these few words held - and only he could see the lie in Elijah’s eyes.


A/N: A short piece as a little farewell-pressie to all of you.
I'll be back around the 20th - expect more then! *huggles y'all*

Comments

[glorfinniel.livejournal.com]

What a lovely chapter. I like Angry!Elijah. Pretty darn...what's the word? Sexy I think! :P

*hugs you back*

Have a nice time!

[zahz87.livejournal.com]

Will the angst ever end!! t's killing me here

[deesarrachi.livejournal.com]

*lip wobbles* Poor, poor Elijah. And poor, poor Billy, too. *snuggles them both and gives them cookies* Your angst is so perfectly wonderfully painful (in a good way!), and this chapter's cheery!Dom is sho vereh kyute. Have fun wherever you're going! *cuddles*

[theboysgonehome.livejournal.com]

eeeep! May I have your babies? Please?